Desperation washed over the consciousness of the survivors like a tidal wave, making even their cries hoarse.
At this moment, the long-haired man besieging Allen saw his companions falling one after another from the corner of his eye, gritting his teeth audibly.
He knew clearly that continuing on would lead only to a dead end, and only by escaping would there be a chance at survival.
Ding!
The Tier Five spear wielder once again thrust his spear towards Allen's chest, the dragon claw precisely blocking the spear tip, sparking a string of fiery sparks.
Ordinarily, it should be the moment for the long-haired man to slash at Allen's vulnerability, yet he suddenly spun around, his feet exploding with Spiritual Energy, and like an arrow released from its bowstring, he charged into the darkness, his figure merging into the distant shadows within a split second, leaving only a faint cyan afterimage.
What!
